Chapter 339

At last, Giselle could say those three words openly, without hesitation. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his. Her kiss was like a delicacy offered straight to his mouth. Donovan accepted it eagerly, without the faintest resistance, savoring it in that pocket of unhurried time. His hand slid to the back of her head, deepening the kiss until it grew more fervent. When they finally parted, he murmured lightly, "Let's go home." "Which home?" she teased. He shot her a sidelong glance. "What do you think? From now on, remember—you're a married woman. Wherever I live, that's your home too." "Fair enough." She nodded in agreement. "After all, once you marry, you follow your husband's lead—no matter what comes with it." … 20 minutes later, the car pulled up to Donovan's private hillside villa. Benjamin hurried over to open the car door respectfully and ushered them into the living room. Donovan made it official with Benjamin. "Ms. Holt is now my wife. From today forward, this is